The Hardness In A Hoarder’s Life
The horror of the hoarder’s life
Intrigues and then dismays –
The priorities all twisted up,
As stuff becomes their days.
Like ships that overloaded sink,
Beneath a stormy wave,
The house of hoarders falls apart
Because of what they crave.
They buy too much; take things for free;
They are the ad man’s dream.
They hear the spiel, are first to phone,
“No” never in their scheme.
So things pile up they never use
In fact, they cannot reach
How does one use a grain of sand
At bottom of the beach?
And hoarders don’t know where to start
To straighten up the mess
What’s one day’s work of cleaning up
When infinite, one less?
A hoarder tends to be a slob,
The last of pride erased.
What’s one more cup or paper plate
Midst mountains where they’re placed?
The hoarder’s things keep getting lost –
Where did I put my keys?
It’s easier to find one drop
Of water in the seas.
And in the hoarder’s precious trove
Of bells, and whistles, rings,
People are in last place to
A million worthless things
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Clever, and all so true
Thanks, and unfortunately, true.
Very good, Dennis, but I just HAVE to ask: How on earth did you come to write this?
By the way, I have a good friend who has a back room in his office that looks exactly like this picture!
Thanks. I’ve come across a couple of hoarders and have watched some of the hoarder shows.
you have made a very clever poem, perhaps the first in this category!! an award?
Thanks, but I’m not sure about the award. One might get too many and start hoarding them. 🙂
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Although I’m not a huge fan of the informality of some of it, I quite like this poem. The rhymes are superb, not cliche at all and very well placed. And some very nice metaphors– the grain of sand, etc. I liked the ending line as well– a million worthless things. Very nice work.
I’m a jeans and tennis shoe type person , and I suppose some of my poetry is as informal as I am. 🙂 Thanks for the kind words.
Good one Bard, I have a relation with this problem. She goes shopping and brings back heaps of junk – quite sad really but it must be masking some inner problem. Keep up the informal poetry. 🙂
🙂 I’ll try.
I love the way this poem is written. You really described the problem well. I’ve watched Hoarders on a&e sad stuff.
Thanks. There are some elements to hoarding that can be seen in most of those cases.
I had a friend who you might’ve wrote this poem about…the ending a perfect ‘summing’ up. Her entire house was like this! She treated people like more stuff she collected to lose in the clutter. I really enjoyed this and think it is very well done in its syllabic and rhyming form, and both the humor and seriousness of its subject.
Thanks. It appears to be a more widespread problem than most of us realize.